‘Aren’t you coming?’ she said, glancing at Alex and Grace just behind.
‘Where?’ I said, feeling a swell of delight. Stay cool, I told myself, as though I knew what that meant.
‘Church,’ she replied, palms upturned like it was obvious.
So we had walked, through the empty fields, under the old bridge; hopped over railway tracks and badger setts underfoot. Into the woods, brambles snagging ankles and exposed wrists, creatures crawling overhead and rustling through the dead leaves. Robin led the way, whistling a song I felt I knew but couldn’t place, while Alex and Grace whispered, hands clasped tight.
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